Wolf silently appraised Felix's facial expression as he commented on the color of his walls, but it was difficult to see how he meant it because his cup was frequently up by his mouth, blocking half of his face. It didn't seem like Felix was making fun of him, though. Actually, it seemed more like he was suddenly nervous, what with the closed-off body language. The nerves weren't contagious, but Wolf felt a tad confused trying to figure out the change.
If anything, Wolf was adaptable. He quickly abandoned his plans to sit and chat amiably with Felix to push himself up from his bed and grab a bottle of beer, using the flat of his palm to twist the cap off without any trouble. Felix did look cute, and it wasn't like he hadn't caught Wolf's eye before, because he had. The moment he'd seen Felix however long ago he'd noticed he was a cute kid, and as they'd matured through high school the cute little freshman athlete had turned into a handsome young man. Suffice it to say, if Felix had shown any indication of not being straight Wolf would have been on him in a second.
Felix's dizzy puppy smile was returned by a slight but lopsided one of Wolf's own as he slowly approached him. "You look like you could use a refill," he said, making sure to lower his voice to what he hoped was an intimate volume. There was no real way for him to tell.